luracks - marching lyrics
[intro]
(luracks, where you get all them racks, bruh ?)
a team sh+t, n+gga
[chorus : luracks]
762s hit his body
i’m with uno off a roxy
n+ggas clones they love to copy
like dolph ziggler i feel c+cky
i got sticks if he feel [?]
old white b+tch call me a hottie
chief keef i can’t love no totthie
scammin’, punshin’ sh+t like rocky
slide with sticks i’m playing hockey
i got sticks i’m eatin’ [?]
[?] i get to charge
she throw it back, she get to archin’
he gon’ miss i get to guardin’
just like ‘mar [?]
[verse 1 : luracks]
off the walk i hiccup
i work out but don’t do sit ups
i won’t put the stick up
[?] then i get bricked up
freaky hoe she tryna get picked up
they be playin’ his body lift up
high as f+ck i sip like six cups
high as f+ck i cut my wrist bro
i got sticks if hе act dumb
he bitin’ swag and [?]
orlando brown when i’m off drugs
i’m aaron carter in thе tub
i’m tlc don’t f+ck with scrubs
i got two sticks [?]
when you shining they red+rum
i get to booming if he [?]
[chorus : luracks]
762s hit his body
i’m with uno off a roxy
n+ggas clones they love to copy
like dolph ziggler i feel c+cky
i got sticks if he feel [?]
old white b+tch call me a hottie
chief keef i can’t love no totthie
scammin’, punshin’ sh+t like rocky
slide with sticks i’m playing hockey
i got sticks i’m eatin’ [?]
[?] i get to charge
she throw it back, she get to archin’
he gon’ miss i get to guardin’
just like ‘mar [?]
[verse 2 : wildkarduno]
yo, we good
step on them n+ggas we doin’ their ass bad (on gang)
and i’m not no f+cking snitch, i’m not dj vlad (i’m not vlad b+tch)
yo, imma shoot with the glock, n+gga, just cause you make me mad (you f+cking make me mad), on gang
you wasn’t on no block, n+gga, you just hang on your f+cking [?]
pop out with the— call ‘racks, n+gga, like “what’s the teach ?” (call ‘racks, n+gga)
i ain’t go to school, n+gga f+ck your teach
you got a trap, n+gga, ’cause you penny pinchin
44 shots, obama
got the lean, finna call osama’
i’m with thr33, n+gga, like “what’s the drama ?” (on gang)
[?], man they high like the sun
[verse 3 : marrgielaa]
that n+gga a rat, he talkin’ to crib
your bro died, now the n+gga in hills
n+ggas been died, i’m like “oh well”
i smoke your brother, n+gga, then i [?], hol’ up
your bro die go pick ’em up
go get that shovel, dig ’em up
they got that boy, they f+ck him up
we just gon’ put his coffin’ in the truck
i’m off the lean, n+gga, got me stuck
i smoke your bro, now, [?]
tryna use it for clout, but you’re not up, hol’ up
i’m a young n+gga but i’m in the cave
your brother died, n+gga, no you can’t stay
i don’t give a f+ck what the n+gga say
where your bro at ? that boy in a grave
[outro : marrgielaa]
where he at, boy ? that boy in a grave
n+gga don’t talk crazy on my name
you know i’m gon’ k!ll you, b+tch
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